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George Floyd Memorial, Minneapolis, MN. 5 de Agosto.
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Sobre a interpretação ao vivo de "Como Calha" por B Fachada no Eléctrico, da Antena 3, aqui .
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Arvo Pärt: Arbos
Uma das melhores coisas que ouvi nos útlimos tempos. "Arbos", de Pärt, começa e termina o álbum homónimo, de 1987. A peça foi gravada pelo conjunto de metais da Staatsorchester Stuttgart (a orquestra sinfónica de Estugarda), sob a direcção do estadunidense Dennis Russel Davies.
The funniest things I get to deal with
(1) “Where are you from?” “I´m from Portugal.” “Oh, great! I have been to Spain once. I enjoyed it!...” “I am glad you did.” (2) “Hey, how do you say this in Spanish?” “I don't know.” (3) “Have you met So And So this morning?” “No.” “He's from your hemisphere.” “Uh! Where from?” “Brazil.” (4) “Are you from Portugal?” “Yes, indeed.” “So you speak Spanish, right?” “No.” (5) “Hey! How's Spain?” *smile* (6) “How’s the weather down there in Portugal?” “What's down there?”
John Donne: Holy Sonnet XIV
Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp’d town to another due, Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov’d fain, But am betroth’d unto your enemy; Divorce me, untie or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. I thank Rev. Andrew T. Yeager for calling my attention to this poem. With his permission, here are selections of what he wrote about it: In the poem above, the poet John Donne brilliantly describes his relationship to God. He is like a town that is governed and tyrannized by an evil lord and master, the devil— an usurp’d town to another due . He very much wants Go...
Citação 16: Lutero
We must [...] have love and through love we must do to one another as God has done to us through faith. For without love faith is nothing, as St. Paul says: If I had the tongues of angels and could speak of the highest things in faith, and have not love, I am nothing. Martin Luther, Sermon on Invocavit Sunday (9-3-1522); AE 51:71
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Dava Sobel, Galileo's Daughter: A Historical Memoir of Science, Faith, and Love (New York: Bloomsbury, 2011) Primeira publicação 1999 Martin Marty, Martin Luther (New York: Viking, 2004) Mário de Carvalho, Um Deus Passeando Pela Brisa da Tarde , 12.ª ed. (Lisboa: Caminho, 2008) Primeira publicação 1994 Richard Zimler, The Gospel According to Lazarus (London: Peter Owen, 2019) Primeira publicação 2016 John Baillie, A Diary of Private Prayer (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1949) Primeira publicação 1936 Fernando Pessoa, The Complete Works of Alberto Caeiro (New York: New Directions Paperbook, 2020) Ed. Jerónimo Pizarro e Patricio Ferrari; Trad. Margaret Jull Costa e Patricio Ferrari Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems (New York: Penguin Books, 2006) Ed. e trad. Richard Zenith Vergílio Ferreira, Aparição (Lisboa: Círculo de Leitores, 1988) Primeira publicação 1959 James M. Kittelson, Luth...
Nuno Costa Santos: "Perdoa-me"
Perdoa-me esta tristeza de súbito revelada (já passa como passam as nuvens e as notícias em rodapé). este ar de passarão triste estes olhos de boga este contrato a termo incerto com o pensamento. Não é nada sou só eu de vez em quando. Nuno Costa Santos, Às Vezes É um Insecto que Faz Disparar o Alarme , 2012
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